One of the best New Year’s Eves ever. Low key – and all the better for it.
We pottered, went for an impromptu wedding anniversary lunch, saw the children off to spend the evening with various friends, watched a bit of telly, drank wine and read books by the fire. In bed tucked up by midnight, listening to the bangs and pops of garden fireworks nearby, I pondered a little on the threshold of a new year and the hopes, expectations, possibilities it holds; I gave thanks for 2021. Much has changed, a lot has remained constant. Above all however, my priorities and I have changed.
Perhaps the lesson of 2021 is that if you take pleasure in the small gifts life offers up and live in the moment, a sense of contentment will inevitably follow. Crossing the threshold this New Year’s Eve has been a gentle stroll on a misty day. When the mists clear I’ll follow the path that feels right.